Erotic Bliss

Laying in bed butt ass naked…

Fat brown pussy peeking out exposed

Rubbing my brown fingers up and down the slit of my wet opening

 Growing more excited, I push my index finger deeper inside my warm tunnel of love thinking about how good it feels when you love me horizontally like you do

The way you tease and taunt me confidently  “bogaurding”  your way in

Inconsiderately content at parking yourself at the entrance of the front door of my garage selfishly not giving a damn about the long line of others waiting!!

5 4 3 2 1 …I nervously await  the full throttle of your powerful rocket being launched onto my  beautiful brown galactic island of sensual  femininity . 

Now begins our moment in time of pure cosmic sexual unification when I… never want to leave you and you me

Faster than a  Metaphysicst   using distance over time to calculate Speed

Louder than the infamous Mississippi Mass  choir singing at just the right time …we establish perfect  harmony with only two members, you and I

At that moment I wish I could morph into you literally becoming one with you...burying my nose into the crevice of your manly chest I breathe in deeply almost as an act of trying to swallow your presence

Trying to capture the essence of this magical moment that seems like  one  in which only you and I can create..there in your bed

My breathing grows more intently feeling you as you  play puppet with your dick teasing the inside of my plump pink pussy lips

Laying on top of me carefully not to insert all of you…u wait until just the right moment to penetrate me exciting me fully

I caress the back of your arms as you skillfully use them as a crutch to lift  yourself up  helping you to submerge yourself deeper underwater  into  my warm waters of oceanic tranquility…

Sweat starts to slowly pour from your forehead to the inside creases of your chest signaling that the time has  arrived for us both to experience this pleasurable orgasmic spiritual journey

Levitating to higher  ascension and remaining their until loads of  huge  meteorites spontaneously shower  from  deep within you

Nerve endings are awakened pores are open sounds are heightened every part of our bodies are in calibration experiencing the magic being created here in this bed

I watch your eyes admiring my brown thighs and big bowlegs that are spread eagle with you sandwiched in between them …

Almost in an erotic whisper you ask me whose pussy this is and I without hesitation whisper  back yours yours daddy..and at that very moment I can see you preparing for landing…

To ensure a satisfactorily and pleasurable one I release and let go and we peacefully sail to a place called erotic paradise…

After a smooth landing  we both unbuckle or seat belts, take a deep breath and crawl out of the cockpit happy , refreshed and intently waiting until the next time that we can fly high above the clouds of Erotic Bliss

War of The Sexes-Mature Content

The way he loves me ,

I mean…

The way he does me …

Feels like love…

or maybe it’s just me wishing that it was

   More than what it was

 when he fucks me like he does

maybe I should  just try and suck it up and  take it like a man!

but Ive  never been a man???

yet I know some of us women have been made to feel

 like we CAN…

do everything that a man CAN  

and learn to do it

 better than he CAN

and then SOME!

All: WHILE BEING BLACK AND KEEPING IT oh so SEXY!!!!

  He’s quick to  boast “ I need a Black woman that knows  what she wants..”

Yet she turns around with a fierce neck roll and says”but its okay Mr Black man when you don’t? but one thing is for damn sure

they want it all  and I mean – EVERYTHING!

them bills paid on time,

with a meal prepared in dem heels- just right,

a woman whose hair and nails is always on point

hitting the gym despite him keeping her up all night

no sleep for days waking up looking sleep derived and tangled eyed

Cici shaking the side of the bed

saying she got the pink eye

while Trevon  at the foot  of the bed

telling a long drawn out “sho-nuff”  lie 

Tired.. all because  of a late night fuck session with my Husband

Yes I said it ladies with my Husband!

Which wasn’t on today’s list of things  to do, Ugh!

see but we gotta do it  and seal that shit with da forehead kiss

because  a scandalous woman  comes a dime a dozen prowling with great ambition trying steal your mans wallet  and his  dick

see the war of the sexes has gotten  downright pathetic and highly disrespecting

cousins fucking cousins, these days,  you cant tell a woman from a man

everybody’s crossing  the line in twenty-ten

setting up lil’ communities, fuckin’ each other’s man and best friends

we don’t respect

the “union of RESPECT” and matrimony wears alias!

the instant cure for fixing marital problems these days is all in a quick numbing pain pill called divorce

then  chasing it on down with a stiff shot of tequila called   I’ll take half”

the songs that seems to be on replay, repeat  and in everybody’s ipod seems to be  something along the lines of love don’t live here anymore or servin’ dem papers

see the term irreconcilable differences wears a 3 pieced double breasted pen striped suit with a pimp hat and gators

while underneath his clothes “he got on the the real truth” called We Just Can’t Get The Fuck Along Anymore!!!

She just doesn’t please me like she use to

He just don’t teast me like he use too

She never gives me Sex me anymore

He never tells me he loves me anymore

see the war of the sexes has gotten  downright pathetic and highly disrespecting

cousins fucking cousins, these days,  you cant tell a woman from a man

everybody’s crossing  the line in twenty-ten

setting up lil’ communities, fuckin’ each other’s man and best friends

u got Jody Slippin out the back door on one hand ,

Yolunda easing in the front on the other

His family lying bout his whereabouts including his mother and great grandmother-

(Along with his Cousin Nem’)

“Hell-o Baby…Well, we ain’t seen him since the early part of the day”

But I know she lying because my mother always told me  whenever I feel a little uneasy about what he’s doing to  get on my knees to pray  

So when u get the feeling that he may be creeping

 dig a little deeper

and the universe always has a way of confirming what you’ve been thinking

 cuz see…

 the war of the sexes has gotten  downright pathetic and highly disrespecting

cousins fucking cousins, these days,  you cant tell a woman from a man

everybody’s crossing  the line in twenty-ten

setting up lil’ communities, fuckin’ each other’s man and best friends

Boy, THANK GOD FOR DILDO’S!!!

Head Fantasy: Mature Audience Only

Sitting here in a fire engine red lace bra and panty set

Thinking of you crawling between my thighs

No Lubrication necessary as I manufacture and secrete my own natural juices

With one finger inside…almost instantly slippery wet as u began probing the first layer of acquainting yourself with me- internally

My upper torso and diaphragm begins to rise up and down resembling that of an exorcism, or the  casting out of demons,  with  my eyes  rolling  back and forth ( fading to Black)  in and out of  the conscious realm

 I have now began to move my  voluptuous Carmel  body closer to the edge of the Chase to meet your manly hands  as you gently slide one and then two  more fingers into my  overly saturated pussy…

Damn girl u been missing Pretty Eyes,  huh?

Your dick begins to bulge visibly through your linen pants rising like Mama Payne’s fresh homemade buttered biscuits

You place  both of your hands on me starting a massage like  motion  from  my ankles  pausing  a moment to  trace the small tattoo of a star being cradled by a moon  while working your way pass my shins  stopping only  to plant two  light butterfly  kisses on the back of each one of my  knees  with the final destination  at the juicy part of my legs and upper thigh

You then glide your  hands and tongue  skillfully  down my lower back stopping to focus on the sexy arch that dips connecting  my lower back and ass

Passionately  I take both of your hands in mine and  guide you to a more specialized area where healing hands and lips have been neglected….baby lick me here  and here and here…

Almost like a slave to my command like a quartet singing on queue you shove me back down parting both of my brown thighs exposing my perfectly shaven kitty kat  that bears the initial beginning the first letter of your name.

Throwing my defined legs over your shoulders you go down on me like it were you last meal before doing a  long stint of fed time Voluntarily my legs fall apart this way…. and…. that a way… mesmerized by the way you gorge your snake like tongue deeper inside of my warm pink flesh… 

My body slowly grows more excited watching your tongue perform a sexy oral strip tease up and down the slit of my Pussy tasting the woman that lives DEEP within me. Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice is being discovered between the strong Walls of my Vagina..I place both of my hands on the sides of your head and start to lightly massage your temples and pecan broad shoulders as you sensually feast on my Love.

I move my body in rhythm with your tongue…up and down,  side to side, round and round I’m fucking your mouth like it was your dick trembling and shaking WITH my pussy and your tongue taking center stage. The curtain falls with the  release of my clear white nectar skeeting  fast and then slow dripping from your lips...  Nigga I want you to  feel me I say seductively.  I want youuuuu.. to acquaint yourself with the spirit that dwells  deep within me,  even before physical pieces of me existed…go down deeper… far deeper than I have allowed any man to explore, way deeper  until cosmic bonds and souls collide

Observe every atom, every fiber, every cell every  hurt, every disappointment, every broken promise, every  stifled dream, …know me from the outside in and then start all over  giving me  that bomb ass head  once mo’ again and again

Untitled

Receiving love back from you seems like an incomprehensible task…               

No matter how much I show you I love you, say it a trillion times over…

you never react, never are aroused, never moved…

I tell you babe my love will NOT continue to be abused, neglected, or taken for granted..As you know the God Book says that when a man finds a woman he finds a good thing…

I knew when I came outta my mothers womb and took my first breath of fresh air that I was a unique and rare gem.

Yet I felt in my bones that my life would be difficult yet triumphant

Dark yet filled with meaningful purpose,

And although I have experienced many struggles in life I have always felt like I possessed that Iucky green four leaf clover that my mama kept in the Bible for safe keeping  

I am a great woman that only a great man could recognize and appreciate..

A strong man that has a vision and can cultivate our love taking it to the next level..

A caring man  that is not  afraid to show me his hand who does not hold his cards close to his chest protecting his feelings first and then mine

A Honest man that does not  hold his Ace of Spades waiting to throw it down by the end of the game after he has first peeked a look into my hand

Nor does he hold on to his “Draw Four Card”  or 
“Change The Color to Red or Blue” just right before his opponent yells-UNO!

My prince charming will recognize me as being the very air he breaths and the nourishment needed to sustain life

He will feel as though he could live off my words like he was being served a hearty, robust 3 course meal

My love will hear the authenticity of my voice and distinctively recognize it in a dark room of other stunningly beautiful women

He will see the rare essence of my beauty even after being accurately diagnosed with the severest of eye afflictions

My words are the reset button recharging his thoughts and spirit at the end of a hectic day 

I am a well of the pure drinking water in a dry desert

A diary giving him a place to reveal all his hidden fantasies, and erotic dreams so sinister  that he otherwise felt that he would have to carry  to the grave

My embrace is a secret haven of safety

An exclusive Couture garment  made from the finest Egyptian silks designed especially for him with wear so light and perfect that it feels like a second layer of skin, barely there

Preserving your Passion

In the first grade, our tall teacher asked us:
How many artist are in the class we all raised our hands.  Four years later, our short, stern art instructor asked the same question and only one third of the same class responded by raising their hands. 


By the seventh grade, we were down to one sixth of the class and finally by our senior year, only two out of the original 25 raised their hands.  


What happened across twelve years" had we been sucker punched with self doubt about our artistic talents"  At the start of our schooling, our parents gave frequent positive feedback and thumbs up about our artwork of 'stick figures' and hand prints" dipped in paint   as they proudly displayed our renderings on the refrigerator.  Somewhere along the path of our elementary education, some person or teacher pointed out a mistake with the red pen of death, and  we  began focusing on these comments rather than our passion for drawing and our love of artistic expression.  


The presumed mistakes manifested themselves into, I can't draw.  I'm not an artist.  We internalized the criticism and forever gave up on some of the best talent that  2 to 5 year old children had developed. 


The moral I am trying to make in this short writing is whatever you are passionate about never let anyone steal that from you.  Don't allow someone's negativity to get inside your  head and  stop you from doing what you love.  


In conclusion. listen to your own inner voice and have the "gumption' to believe that you can chase your own passion. Foster and intimacy about your own skills and confidently build from your fist level of success. 

"How Much Space Do We Really Need To Be Happy?"

A Small Space

Talk show icon, Oprah Winfrey recently had a show on how to creatively design a small space.  This show was like any other one, but at the close of the show Oprah asked this very thought provoking question that remains on my mind even as I sit her writing this piece. The question she posed to viewers worldwide was, “How much space does one really need?”  Personally, my first response was A LOT! 

Anyway,  I guess that little small voice found inside each one of us condemned me and caused me to feel selfish about my initial response.  That night as I lay in bed, that question continued to haunt me and replay itself over and over in my mind, “How much space does one really need?” As I lay there, I began to analyze this question with deeper meaning.

 Many of us have graduated from “the more the merrier, and the bigger the better schools of thought.”  Society has trained us to measure worth by the amount of “stuff” a person has.  Often times, we as a society get so busy chasing “the all- American dream”  that we often miss out on some of the simplicities of life.  For example, watching the innocence of child’s play, listening to the sounds of birds cheerfully chirping in a tree,  feeling the warm sun on our face.

Oprah’s  guest humbled me to say the least. One guest, let’s call her “Ann,” in every bit of her 250 sq. ft. space, said she could not dream of living anywhere else. She went on to say that living amongst her family and friends was priceless- and no amount of space could match that.

Another family,  let’s call them “the Smith’s,” dwelling was equally about the same size as “Ann’s”  in square footage.  However, the thing that impressed me the most about this story was that this couple and their young child managed to coexist and function (happily) as a family in what many of us would deem to close for comfort.  The couple admitted, candidly, that the biggest obstacle with living small is finding space for new things.  “No matter how much we like something, if we don’t use it in our day to day activities, we decide together that it is probably something that we could do without.” They attributed communication as the key element that keeps their home and relationship synchronized.  Oprah jokingly asked the couple, “So, what do you do when either one of you gets angry at the other.” “There is a coffee shop right next to our apartment, and when we need a cooling off period, I just go there,” the wife cheerfully responded.  Wait a minute… my thinking has always been just the opposite.  We all know someone who ended a courtship citing “needing space” as the very reason.

Why would a person want to live in a house no bigger than a parking space?  This one guest said that he was tired of spending thousands of dollars making mortgage payments every month.  His remedy?  Moving into a space that closely resembled a portable storage unit found in the backyard of many homes.  This guest  explained that he would rather spend his money on extra-curricular things that he enjoyed doing.  I must admit, the look of his tiny “house on wheels” was “pretty darn cute”  and charming from the outside.  It reminded me of a cozy, English cottage.  It was adorned with subtle tan paint, with rustic trim around the sides and windows. It was equip with a  little porch where the guest admitted to spending the majority of his time reading. With no inside plumbing and a little space heater, he concluded that life could not have been any better.

            Many of  us associate happiness with things… “I will be happy when I get a… or I can’t  truly be happy unless I have a…”  The guest on the Oprah Show boldly challenged this way of thinking.  What they taught me was that space does not define happiness, but true happiness defines a space.

"Your Addiction" (Free Verse Poem)

See, I wanna be…

 more than a short email, an explicit text msg, or  Skype chat CHEAP THRILL

Perceived to be more relevant to you than just another “ face in the crowd,”  a piece of “bomb ass pussy” or holding the  title of ‘”honorary”  “good” friend with benefits

Yes more priceless to you then any five star cuisine meal served over a “bed of rice” and  “insignificant small talk “discussing your rolodex of long yet impressive   industry affiliations

In the dim moonlight glow,

I wanna be the last name you utter before you go

The one  you’d definitely, selfish-ly, lay down  your life “foe”

Your earthly and cosmic partner  scribbled in His “big book” 

“wwaayy”  before… He Created Heaven and Earth

Making References to me as your “closest relative” or ” your next of kin”

Cuz,  see…  the others remain a long list of

Nameless

 Faceless

Jane Does and Empty headed Hoes

While I serve as the main supplier of that “good shyt” monopolizing the game and putting the competitions product on lock

I am  a bright and

 morning star

A true reflection of you and the Creators hands

A torch of lite that luminates your pathway from dark loneliness

 satisfying your soul and setting your world ablaze

A soft human pillow with perfect contour

 to fit inside my tight, warm , wet cocoon of Love

 I want  you to-

 Pursue me…

 like Americans pursue the pursuit of happiness

Chase me

 like a dream deferred…

Obsess over  me

like Americans obsess over attaining the  American dream

Search  for me

like an enthusiast searches for the fountain of youth

Look for me

Like  a little black boy

scans  the stands expecting to see his father there

Put out a hit on me

like the way “the  God Mother,” Greiselda Blanco,

did on JFK ‘s life

Support me

like African Americans supported  Obama at the polls

Put on a world wide man –hunt

 like they did

to bring down  Bin Landen and the Taliban

Leave no place on “God’s “ “Green” EARTH

  big enough for ME to hide from your Love!

Let me be… 

The heroine u shoot in your veins

The SMOKE

 that a crack fein inhales to numb his  pain

The methadone

that an addict needs to curb his  withdrawals

 to keep him from going insane

See I am the princess of All Antidepressants and the most  powerful sleeping pill

Known to man

See fucking  me baby is like sniffing “COKE-Caine”

I AM YOUR ADDICTION

"Untitled" Mature Readers

I feel like the luckiest woman on earth

Lucky to have found someone who my spirit finds familiar

It willingly respects yours and feels so free when you are around

The piece of the puzzle that has been missing for sometime…

I willingly bow down to it not intimidated to be submissive understanding my place as a woman, my King

You are the Leader. The Head. The Giver of all good and mighty things!

While I am the receiver the gather the caretaker the wound healer the harmony maker the balancer

Thriving on the tip of every word you form, every phoneme, syllable equivalent to phonetic, linguistic hieroglyphics that only you and I can decipher…

Just a brief glance of you, caress from you feels like I have experienced heaven… eternal bliss like the taste of chocolate covered strawberries on a day  of “sho nuff”  PMsing….

Bliss like the feel of a  luxurious bubble  bath drawn especially for us in a tub filled with your  favorite aromatic oils and bath salts

Bliss like an eucalyptus and lavender massage while  laying on  crisp, white,  cotton bed sheets

As I try to pinpoint why  you got me this way….i can only say may be it’s the way your lion retrograde enters perfectly into  my  oasis  of sea goat wetness .

Then it could be how I lick, suck and deep throat  your third leg of powerful manhood with all the trimmings  making sure as not to miss a finite piece of your dna….

Damn I know what that look means Pretty Eyes, time to unleash the dragon, as you have found your perfect  rhythm  cornering me like a savage predator  about to ravish its prey…

With perspiration beginning to  pour from your face, with me perfectly pinned underneath you…

I lay my small hands flat in perfect push up position firmly against your rock hard Pecs in an effort to muffle all the sensations and nerve endings that you effortlessly create in me…

My legs  remain limp  as you pin them back behind my head In a perfect  yoga position revealing my fat pussy lips dripping wet in its own juices, of sweet nectar

Your  eyes seemingly looks straight through my wounded heart rendering first aid and revival of a our renewed souls to original synchronization

Fingers Nipples and ear lobes and everything that is in close proximity is being celebrated, heavy breathing moaning, excitement booty popping baby making gyrating hips and strong brown thighs rocking back in forth until we both have no more of ourselves left to give…

"Mind Sex" Mature Readers Only

He is out there searching the world over moving heaven and earth trying to find me. I hear him wearily uttering my name in what sounds like desperate silence searching for me- his missing heartbeat.  He now realizes that without my radiate smile he fails to exist unable to breath on his own. I am as essential to him as the oxygen he needs to breathe appearing unconsciously unimportant yet I am absolutely the vital life force necessary to his existence. When we are together, I replenish his mental faculties with a cup of life’s calming water revitalizing every part of his manhood.   In my heart, he finds a place of quiet acceptance as I accept all of him including his dynamic world filled with no peace and ample servings of judgment pie. Willingly, I welcome his heart to find ultimate unification with mines using Unconditional Love as both the “power- on” and “reset button,” and there on his shelf of all time favorite books to read, I am on his rare list of Classics because in my words he finds genuine comfort and solace and the connection deepens each time he reexamines the text a little closer. Regardless of how many times he reads this suspenseful yet alluring page turner, he finds many new literal and figurative connections with lines in this work linking his southern roots and humble East Coast beginnings… themes of authenticity and the mantra’s of “to thine own self be true” is the main seasoning in our recipe and it remains the glue that binds us with deeper understanding of one another.  I give to this man sensual heat, fully covering his body like a warm jacket while soothing him internally with  a mug filled with  steamy hot  chocolate  topped with floating marshmallows on  cold winter’s day in November.  Each conversation that we have is more special than the next and like no other.  He knows exactly how to fondle my mental, passionately cradle my successes, while never forgetting to cautiously massage my failures and fears. No doubt, plain and simple, this man is "BAWS" at tapping into my mental.  Then after he is done  caressing my mental flow, sopping up every drop of my clear phonetic juices, he  in sightfully holds my heart in his hands and the next day he does it twice as hard "Mind Fucking"me over again and again.

My Mission: Why I Do This?

Today has been a good day.  I am moving closer to my goal of  becoming a writer.  I am impregnated with a message so I must give birth via my writing.  Hence I feel vunerable and  way naked. I am a private yet, an open person which means I don't go around broadcasting my life story  to anybody that will listen, however, I don't mind sharing my story with those that it may help.  Jeez, I may as well accept that I was called to do this.  Back to why Im here, (lol) attempting authenticity with my self.first and foremost!. There was quote that said "To Thine on Self Be True," (but not stupid) so I'm Embarking on a journey through written self Expression.  It is my hope and desire that you go on  this journey with me of writing, self reflection, learning to accept the things you cannot change coupling it with a  lot of laughter! Victory is ours in 2012  Thanks and Happy Writing! -
Note: All of the pieces posted are my own original  writing.  Some are drafts while others are fully completed works the writing presented will be character analysis and development, poems, erotica pieces,  openings of novels, and development of my first children book.-Enjoy and leave a comment! 


Update 12/21/2011- PS: Bouncing around an idea to begin a late nite blog  series right here which will  entail my  thoughts on various issues as it relates to sensuality and intimacy, etc.  The title for the Series will be called LATE NITE CONVERSATIONS look for  that coming soon.... .